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General Jing Yuan had been living in a dilemma for the past few weeks.
“Wrong!”
Yanqing, his apprentice, cringed as he held his sword.
“Your posture. Fix your posture,” he said as he touched the spots on little Yanqing’s body that needed to be corrected. “Your blade won’t make any deep cuts if you keep going like this.”
The dilemma that the shogun of The Xianzhou Luofu was going through was directly linked to his pupil Yanqing. He had been used to the boy’s presence since he was just a little child, he taught him swordsmanship – as well as the art of war. With training that had continued since Yanqing was just a child, the young man demonstrated great improvement in sword techniques, becoming a Cloud Knight and making a name for himself on the streets of Luofu. The big problem was that Yanqing was going through puberty. With hormones raging, his body was shaping itself more and more, becoming curvy and sensual. Jing Yuan noticed this, but his own body seemed to react in a way that the general was not expecting.
"Again!" Jing Yuan ordered.
Yanqing lunged forward, striking at the training dummy and slicing it in half. The general examined the dummy, noting the cut Yanqing had made.
"Very good. But it's not perfect."
Jing Yuan positioned himself behind Yanqing, guiding the apprentice’s hands, both gripping the sword. Yanqing’s eyes were focused, brows furrowed, ready to absorb every bit of knowledge his master was willing to impart.
"Like this," Jing Yuan moved the sword slowly. "And… strike!" he commanded, executing a swift motion.
At that moment, Jing Yuan felt Yanqing’s glutes press against his groin due to the movement of the demonstration. A shiver ran down his spine as the boy pulled away, jumping in excitement over his improved technique. In stark contrast, the general remained still for several seconds, trying to steady himself and return to normal.
“That’s enough for today. You did very well, Yanqing. We’ll continue tomorrow,” Jing Yuan ended the training, a little disconcerted.
“Waaaaah… How tired…!”, Yanqing sat on the floor with his legs open, fanning himself with his hands. He slid the blue cloak over his shoulders and unbuttoned his white shirt, leaving his skin in contact with the cool breeze that blew through the air.
Jing Yuan, who was already leaving, froze when he saw Yanqing’s skin, which had once been white, now turned pink after the effort of training. The sun’s rays illuminated the young man’s delicate skin, even though he had already started to form a small collection of battle scars. The general even found them interesting, since the cuts that Yanqing had acquired so early contrasted with such a small body and the soft and delicate skin of a young pre-adolescent. The sunlight brightened each scar on the boy, as if they were small suns on his radiant body. Jing Yuan was curious to see more. He wanted to see more of that delicate frame, without the nuisance of his flowing robes. Yanqing talked nonstop, her eyes closed as he fanned herself, but the general was unable to hear a single word. Jing Yuan approached Yanqing with his hands extended towards his white shirt, determined to pull it down further so he could admire more of that body.
“General!” Yanqing exclaimed, taken aback by the tug on his clothes.
“Cover yourself up,” Jing Yuan said in a startled tone as he came back to reality. Pulling up Yanqing’s clothes in an attempt to disguise his true intention, he continued: “Go take a shower, you’re all sweaty. And then go do your work, the day isn’t over yet.”
“Y-Yes, sir!”
Jing Yuan hurried back to the Seat of Divine Foresight. He wanted to reach his desk, ready to drown himself in paperwork and fill his mind with Luofu's various problems, hoping that way, the turmoil Yanqing had stirred in him would be tamed.
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The following training sessions stirred the same whirlwind of emotions in Jing Yuan, and so, the general gradually distanced himself from Yanqing. During training, he avoided physical contact. In the corridors, he avoided unnecessary conversations. He even avoided looking at the boy who, until recently, had never left his side. Yanqing noticed Jing Yuan’s withdrawal. Worried, he wondered if he had done something wrong in his position as a Cloud Knight, if he had somehow displeased the general.
After days of thinking it over without reaching any conclusion that justified Jing Yuan’s distance, Yanqing decided to confront him. It was the end of the day, and the boy knew that by that time, all of the general’s important duties would have already been taken care of. Sneaking through the corridors of the Seat of Divine Foresight in search of the famous Dozing General, the young one found an opening to approach Jing Yuan. Taking a deep breath and stepping forward, Yanqing emerged from behind one of the corridor’s pillars and stood before the general, offering a martial salute. Caught off guard, Jing Yuan faltered, eyes widening, before quickly trying to compose himself.
"General! I need to speak with you!" Yanqing called out, determined.
"Oh, Yanqing. What is it? Is there a problem?!" Jing Yuan asked, concerned.
"No, General. No problem. W-Wait, actually… there is a problem! But it’s not about Luofu, don’t worry!" the young man answered, stumbling over his words.
Realizing this might be a personal matter, Jing Yuan was quick to cut the conversation short.
"Ah… You can leave a report on Qingzu’s desk explaining what happened. I'm heading to my quarters now—I have a headache…" the General deflected.
Yanqing noticed that, once again, Jing Yuan was trying to escape his presence.
"A headache? What a lousy excuse," the boy thought, suspicious.
Determined not to be brushed aside any longer, the young one quickly came up with an excuse to hold the General back for good.
"A headache? General, then allow me to help you. Yesterday, Dragon Lady Bailu was kind enough to gift me a tea made from a rare fruit that grows in remote northern regions. Not only does it contain ginseng, making it excellent for headaches, but it also helps revitalize the body. Only those who know the preparation process can ensure its effectiveness. I will take it to your quarters shortly."
"There’s no need for such a fuss, Yanqing. Someone else can take the tea," Jing Yuan resisted, realizing his earlier excuse had only made things worse.
"Not just anyone has access to this recipe, General. I am the only one who can prepare it properly, according to Dragon Lady’s instructions," Yanqing said with a calm yet firm smile. "Trust me, you’ll thank me later."
Jing Yuan let out a long sigh.
"Alright…" the General said as he walked away, lost in thought.
While Jing Yuan tried to relax reading a scroll to keep himself composed before Yanqing arrived at his quarters—ensuring that he didn’t betray any desire to feel more 'at ease' around the boy—the young one, on the other hand, hurried to fetch some tea. Fearing that Jing Yuan’s keen sense of smell might grow suspicious if he brought just any tea, Yanqing chose not to take any risks and headed to Du’s Teahouse to buy ginseng tea. With a few extra credits, he also purchased some fruits for infusion. Mixing everything into a gaiwan as if it were a single preparation, he heated a container of water, set aside a few cups, and made his way to Jing Yuan’s quarters.
“Good evening, Cloud Knights,” Yanqing addressed the fellow guards stationed at the general’s quarters, receiving a nod in response. The young Cloud Knight continued, “The General requested that I bring him this infusion to help with his headache. He trusts me to handle such matters.”
The guards immediately recognized the loyal companion and apprentice of General Jing Yuan. However, they stepped closer to inspect the gaiwan, prompting Yanqing to lift the lid and reveal the blend of herbs and powdered dried fruits, assuring them there was nothing suspicious inside. After exchanging glances, the Cloud Knights stepped aside, allowing Yanqing to enter.
"General…? I'm here. I brought the northern fruit tea with ginseng," Yanqing announced, knocking on the door.
Jing Yuan froze upon hearing his young apprentice’s voice.
"Come in", the general ordered.
Yanqing smiled gently as he stepped into Jing Yuan's quarters, though inside, he was determined to corner the general and finally get an explanation for why he had been avoiding him for so many days. The general was on his bed, leaning against the headboard, reading a scroll.
"I’ll prepare the infusion, General. I brought hot water. Just a moment, please", Yanqing explained, sitting at the edge of Jing Yuan’s enormous bed and setting the gaiwan and teacups on the bedside table.
"Yanqing, my headache is already gone. You can leave now, don’t worry about me…" Jing Yuan attempted one last time to send the boy away.
"General, please drink the tea anyway. Dragon Lady said it helps revitalize the body, and if taken regularly, it improves overall health. You know how powerful the medicine from Vidyadhara is, and as a general, you must prevent future headaches from occurring!" Yanqing insisted.
"You’re persistent, Yanqing," Jing Yuan replied, a faint smile on his lips—part resistant, yet also sincere—as he rolled up the scroll and set it aside.
Yanqing returned the smile, his expression gentle, as he handed Jing Yuan a teacup with a saucer. Watching the general reclining in bed while sipping his tea, Yanqing thought that the title Dozing General actually suited him quite well. He let out a quiet little chuckle.
Jing Yuan noticed and lifted his gaze to observe the boy, asking:
"What are you laughing at?"
"I was just thinking that seeing you in bed like this really fits the title Dozing General," Yanqing explained, letting out another small laugh.
Jing Yuan thought it was amusing. Seeing these moments of Yanqing’s innocence was something he had definitely missed in the last days. Smirking with a sharp glint in his eyes, he countered:
"Oh? So you think that title suits me? That’s funny… because whenever your day off comes around, I seem to recall a certain young swordsman sleeping in, hugging his pillow until noon."
Yanqing’s eyes widened.
"W-What?! I don’t do that! … Well, maybe just once or twice…"
Jing Yuan chuckled, shaking his head.
"Sure, sure. And I’m just a general who’s always awake and alert."
Yanqing burst out laughing. The boy's laughter filled the room with joy and youth, making Jing Yuan chuckle softly as well before taking another sip of his tea. Watching the blond boy with his beaming smile was a privilege. Yanqing was definitely a good boy. It was when he took another sip that the general got a fright. His member had just started to throb. Jing Yuan spat out all the tea that was in his mouth, staining the blanket.
“Oh no… Not again…!”, the general thought.
“General!”, Yanqing hurried to help, grabbing a piece of cloth and drying the blankets. “What happened?! Did you burn yourself?”
Yanqing rubbed the cloth over the wet blanket, around Jing Yuan’s thighs. With each stroke, Jing Yuan's penis throbbed along with it.
“Y-Yanqing, stop rubbing! It’s okay, it’s nothing! I didn’t get burned!”
“But what happened?!” Yanqing asked, concerned.
“I just… saw a bug! A bug landed on my hand and it startled me, that’s all.” Jing Yuan said the first thing that came to mind. The truth was, with his penis as hard as his sword, it was impossible to think of a better excuse. “You better leave now. Thank you for the tea.”
Yanqing would not give up. After all the effort he had put into finding an excuse to talk to Jing Yuan and even going to buy tea, he would not leave that room before pinning Jing Yuan against the wall.
“General! I’m sorry, but I can’t leave now.” Yanqing spoke with all his courage.
“But what happened? Did something happen, do you need me for something?” Jing Yuan asked.
“General… I’m here because I need to have a talk with you,” Yanqing said, swallowing hard. “You’ve been avoiding me for days, weeks in fact! What happened? Did I do something wrong? Am I failing in my responsibilities as a Cloud Knight?”
Jing Yuan was not prepared for such a direct confrontation.
“Youth really does go hand in hand with impulsiveness…” the general thought, remembering the time when he was younger.
Yanqing was full of energy and got straight to the point. At times this could have hurt him, but at other times it showed his courage. The boy’s yellow eyes shone with determination, piercing Jing Yuan, hoping for an answer. The general wished he could come to his senses and give an answer that would satisfy the young man and allow him to stay away, but those little eyes made Jing Yuan’s dick remain hard as a rock, numbing all his thoughts, like a huge jug of wine going down his throat.
“Yanqing… You see, now is not the time for you to understand my reasons… One day you will understand,” Jing Yuan replied, reaching out to put the gaiwan and saucer back on the bed table.
“I’m sorry, General. But I cannot accept that answer. If I am failing as your subordinate, I need to know where I can improve! I insist that you tell me what I can do to serve you better,” the young man insisted.
“Yanqing…” Jing Yuan didn’t know how to argue. All his mind could think about was pulling the boy in front of him on top of him and tasting that young body.
“Is it the kenjutsu lessons? Am I not improving my training?” Yanqing asked, trying to figure out why.
“No. It’s not the kenjutsu training. You’re a prodigy in swordsmanship, I’ve told you that. But… there’s one thing you can’t help me with, unfortunately. At least not right now…” the older one explained.
“I’m capable of helping you with anything, General. Tell me what it is and I’ll do it.”
Jing Yuan took a deep breath and then lightly touched Yanqing's right arm, caressing it gently as he moved down to hold his hand. The boy's small body shivered. The older one took Yanqing's hand under the blankets, laying it on top of his hard, throbbing cock. Yanqing hesitated when he felt the general's member throb, but swallowed hard and decided to continue, still confused about what was happening. Jing Yuan let go of Yanqing's hand, which was resting on his penis. His dick didn't stop throbbing when he felt the boy's small hand finally touching it.
"So are you able to help me with this, Yanqing?" he asked cheekily.
The boy froze for a few seconds before answering. He was sweating coldly, but at the same time, excited to be able to do something for his master.
"Like I said, sir, I'm able to help you with anything," the young man replied as he held Jing Yuan's penis tighter.
Yanqing began to slide his small hand along the length of the older man's penis, massaging it. He played, running the tips of his tiny fingers over the head of the dick, looking his master straight in the eyes. Jing Yuan moaned softly and then pulled the covers off the young man's hands, leaving both of them more comfortable. Yanqing dared to put his hands inside Jing Yuan's clothes, truly feeling every inch, and now holding it with both warm hands, once warmed by the tea. Yanqing's face was delicate and provocative as he masturbating his master. Jing Yuan wondered how many times Yanqing must have done this alone, after all, he was going through his adolescence – a time to get to know his own body.
The general could feel the pre-cum accumulating and wetting the head of his penis as his young subordinate masturbated him, almost struggling to manage his small hands and the majestic size of the member he held. Yanqing adjusted himself on the bed, in a position that could bring his face closer to that cock in his hands. Looking at the large piece in front of him, he gave it a lick. Jing Yuan shivered, letting out another moan. The boy looked up at his master, noticing his reaction, and then ran his tongue over the head of Jing Yuan's member again, this time looking at the general, so as not to miss every detail of his reaction. Jing Yuan knew that there was no going back from where they were, so… why stop?
“Yanqing…”, Jing Yuan moaned as he buried the young man's head, shoving almost his entire member inside the boy's mouth, who widened his eyes in fright.
Jing Yuan slid his fingers through Yanqing's golden hair, firmly holding the base of his ponytail. With a dominant gesture, he guided the boy's head, setting the pace as he buried himself deep inside his throat, fucking his pupil's mouth. Yanqing's eyes watered, and as his throat contracted to accommodate him, a thin thread of saliva ran down the corner of his lips, mixing with the light dripping from his nose. Discomfort mixed with forbidden pleasure, making his body shiver.
Feeling the climax approaching, Jing Yuan pulled the young man's head back, freeing his mouth but keeping his fingers intertwined at the back of his neck. Then, with a low, hoarse moan, he poured his essence over the blond's delicate face, who closed his eyes as he felt the heat spread across his skin.
The general panted, trying to catch his breath. However, a flash of hesitation crossed his mind, a brief moment of regret.
"Yanqing... I... I’m so–”, before he could finish, he was interrupted.
With agility, Yanqing climbed on top of him, spreading his legs around Jing Yuan’s waist. His gaze carried a defiant, almost mischievous innocence.
“What’s next, General?” Yanqing asked.
Jing Yuan blinked in surprise. The glint in the young man’s eyes disconcerted him for a moment, but his gaze soon slid down his body, admiring the sight of the blond at his mercy. When his eyes landed on Yanqing’s crotch, a mischievous smile curved his lips.
“You’ll have one more training session starting today, Yanqing.”
“Really? I’ll do my best, General! What kind of training is this?”
Jing Yuan slid his hand to his pupil’s firm buttocks, squeezing them possessively. Yanqing twitched, feeling his own dick, still trapped under his pants, throb in response. The older one leaned down to the young man’s ear, his voice low and full of promise.
“You will train to receive everything back here…” Jing Yuan whispered, pressing his finger between the boy’s buttocks, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Y-Yes, sir!”
END.